My skin wants him
My body screaming for his
The brush of fingertips
An electric current of ecstasy
Squirm, gasp, a hitch in my breath
Barely more than a whisper
Pleasure builds in the anticipation
In the waiting for more
For strong, sure hands
For heat and closeness
For letting go
And looking into his eyes
Because he won't stop looking at me
And it seems like
He sees me
And that is the deepest pleasure of all.
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